#mackwriting

One day, you find yourself staring at a backlit screen, reading a passage of your past, lines they never thought you would see.  You consider reaching out, but there's nothing left to reach for.

We'll outlive the sand stuck to our skin -- but the island waits for no one.

One day,  when it's over, all of me will be gone.

Cassie never spoke to anyone on the bus.  Cassie never spoke to anyone at school.  Cassie liked to read comic books and draw pictures of aliens.  Cassie had a pair of pants that made her feel better on bad days.  Cassie broke her glasses on purpose because she thought tape in the middle looked cool.  Cassie had dry hair and sometimes watched TV with her neighbor.  Cassie loved her cat and hated chocolate.  Cassie took Polaroid pictures of trees and hung them all on the wall with chewed bubble gum.  Cassie sometimes pretended the sky was purple, just for fun.  Cassie wondered why square pictures came from round lenses.  Cassie ripped book pages when she was sad.  Cassie had a lot of ripped book pages.  Cassie wished someone would ask her about all her aliens and bubble gum pictures and ripped book pages.  Cassie cried when no one did.

            In the end, his decision about whether or not to get on that plane became a decision between the dream he’s been working his whole life to achieve or the dream he’s only just realized he’s had – the one he can share with another.

            And you walked in.